The god who was always unwilling to restore His physical form floated mid-air, lowering His head to kiss His lover's lips, gently biting his tongue.
When their lips and tongues quietly parted, His gentle smile remained unchanged.
"You will not die."
Nenasha winked at the stunned Herbert and said with a smile, "You won't die, I promise."
"You do not belong to [Death], such a coward is not worthy of having you."
"You belong to me."
He gently cradled his lover's face, planting a soft kiss on it.
Then, He gazed into His lover's eyes, announcing in a gentle yet irrefutable tone.
"I do not allow you to leave me."
"I do not allow you to walk towards death."
Having said that, His figure gradually became transparent, eventually shrinking back to figurine size and resting back on the shoulder.
Figurine Nenasha mischievously kissed Herbert's cheek with a gleaming smile and joked, "No one has the right to snatch you away from my arms."
